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Beating my head against a wall
Jun. 24th, 2002 02:07 pmIt turns out that in fact I am a lazy bum and, in fact, can’t be bothered to write about Mexico. Suffice it to say that I came back even more ashamed to be American. If such a thing is possible. Maybe it isn’t.
I hate traveling with America as a black dog on my shoulder, and I’m sick of feeling as though I ought to be apologizing for the fact that this country is full of people who are, for the most part, idiots, isolated in their little consumer-whore world, with no sense of the world around them.
And really I hate coming back and feeling that I’m no better than them. I came back and went straight to the movies. (Lilo and Stich was wonderful and I loved it, but it bothered me that somehow it managed to work itself up to the top of my priorities list so quickly.) So, I’m feeling a bit ill with myself, and a bit at a loss with the world at large. I need to do something, but I don’t know what it is yet. I’m taking suggestions, if any of you have any ideas. (Gah, Angel, this is a cry for help danmit- how does one deal with being here and not being American?) Because I can’t maintain this level outrage; I get distracted by movies about small children and space creatures, dill pickles and Carlos Nunez. Maybe I’m just not activisms material, but honestly, there’s got to be something I can do. Right?
I hate traveling with America as a black dog on my shoulder, and I’m sick of feeling as though I ought to be apologizing for the fact that this country is full of people who are, for the most part, idiots, isolated in their little consumer-whore world, with no sense of the world around them.
And really I hate coming back and feeling that I’m no better than them. I came back and went straight to the movies. (Lilo and Stich was wonderful and I loved it, but it bothered me that somehow it managed to work itself up to the top of my priorities list so quickly.) So, I’m feeling a bit ill with myself, and a bit at a loss with the world at large. I need to do something, but I don’t know what it is yet. I’m taking suggestions, if any of you have any ideas. (Gah, Angel, this is a cry for help danmit- how does one deal with being here and not being American?) Because I can’t maintain this level outrage; I get distracted by movies about small children and space creatures, dill pickles and Carlos Nunez. Maybe I’m just not activisms material, but honestly, there’s got to be something I can do. Right?
